Narrative Essay About A Funeral

I was woken by the sound of thunder and rain on my windows. I already anticipated the day to be dark and dreary, as any other rainy day. When I finally had the opportunity to check my phone, I noticed I received several missed calls from my mom, dad, uncles, and aunts. I ultimately knew that was not a good sign. With everything I had going on, from work to school I did not want to know what must have recently occurred. I also did not know what I expected my mother to say, but I assumed the news was not going to be comforting in any way. I was hesitant to ring them back, but once I heard the news, I was lifeless. I immediately fell ill hearing the sound of my mother’s voice quiver as she relayed the message to me. My great-grandmother was …show more content…
Everything felt different and nothing felt remotely real. Preparing a funeral for someone you thought would always be around is insanely eerie. Seeing everyone dressed in black was actually pretty daunting and depressing, but that was the most appropriate attire for the occasion. During the ceremony, I was inexpressive. As this was my first funeral, I did not want to overdo it so I opted to not show any sentiments, despite the sadness of the occasion I had no idea what would take place at a funeral. I could vividly hear my Aunt Mary continuously let out cries in the distance, which only made the environment even more overwhelming. I refused to allow any tears to be released from my eyes onto my cheeks. My great-grandmother’s children had special seats near the front of the church. Her seventeen kids sat in the first three rows, from oldest to the youngest. The seating arrangement began with my Uncle Judge who was seventy-five and was completed with my Aunt Ann who was …show more content…
It took place at the church my great-grandmother attended throughout her childhood. I was unaware of the typical duration of funerals, but I assumed it was normal for funerals to go on and on, especially in this case. However, I could easily tell no one wanted this service to end, as this was the last time we would ever lay eyes on our grandmother. Songs that usually lasted three minutes took about ten minutes to complete. Everyone wanted the opportunity to say their last words and express their love and gratitude for my great-grandmother. Before the service concluded the Pastor emphasized how it is natural to feel down at a time like this but to also remember that this is a celebration of life for someone who lived a prosperous life. My grandmother outlived so many people and got to experience it all. She is finally where she deserves to